Gay Erotic Stories

Joel started working at the restaurant where I spend most of my time when not studying for college. He was about five years younger than I, a recent high school graduate who had decided to not go to college for a year or two. His good looks came from his Puerto Rican and Portuguese heritages, 5'8, wide-backed and muscular, creamy white skin, and light brown hair. He had been a baseball player at school but did not shy away from basketball and other sports. He was also an avid deer and foul hunter, a real man's man in the traditional sense of the word. He was friendly but very masculine in his demeanor. And the girls were after him! He was known to be an easy catch, with those bedroom eyes that invited lustful encounters, as many as he wanted. It seemed that he liked the slutty girls that would do his bidding. He was kinky, too! I had heard him talk about getting a slut to lick his boots before getting to go further. I remember a roommate of his complaining about the thumping and squealing from the other room. Joel also liked to fuck older women for favors and he got them! A truck, a watch, new cowboy boots, a green felt hunting jacket He talked about the women in their fifties that he’d meet at the condo Jacuzzi that loved to suck him dry and lick his crack as he barked commands. The former high school jock had the mystique that attracted confirmed cocksuckers like me. Unfortunately, he was simply not attainable: too straight, too easily serviced by willing women; too much part of the boy’s club to explore other possibilities. One day at work while washing dishes, Joel came into the prep room to mop. We were on good talking terms, long time co-workers; we had shared experiences from after work parties, a smoke together, jokes and had a couple of mutual friends. I was older but Joel respected me as an equal though never really let himself get into joking with me. I was simply not part of his crowd: 19, a jock and hunter, a lady's man, an upper middle class kid with rugged good looks worthy of LL Bean catalogues. He knew that I slept with men and had a girlfriend, too. It was that one day that he asked me how it felt to go down on another guy. I of course was surprised but answered, "It's very hot in a very special way. It's like a naughty secret if it’s your first time and that makes it even hotter!" He kind of giggled as he worked. I started to think he was more than just talking, so I added, "Want to find out?" He quickly responded in the negative, "No way! Just kidding!" I replied, "Joel if you ever decide to try it, let it be with me. I promise to keep it quiet; I know I can make you feel really good!" He giggled again and kept working. A year later he was gone and I left the following year to pursue my career. But I dreamed about him often. Four years had past but I was living in the same cottage when someone knocked at my door. I didn't expect anyone that lazy Saturday afternoon in August but there he was: Joel. He said he wasn't sure if I was still living there but was passing by and thought he would take a chance. He had run into a mutual friend who had mentioned my name and he had been thinking of our work years together. He came in and sat down. He was already prematurely graying but it only made his eyes, wet, blue, and dreamy, more evident. He was still working out with weights though he now sported a small bulge at the waist. He still smelled of cheap fresh cologne, soap and musk. His cowboy boots, waist jacket and t-shirt were evidence that he was still his own man, never following fashion trends, and still never wearing cheap clothes either. He sat back ad talked about what he was doing, our common past experiences, and listened to my stories. He was a gentleman with other men, following the code of good upper middle class straight breeding. He started to rub his arm, a strange thing to do since I knew he knew that I had massage training. I let it be and continued to chat till he complained about the muscle he had pulled in his arm. I started to warm up to the possibilities. But then he got up and said, "Well, I have to get going. I have to go to the store." He walked out the screen door saying good-bye with an unusual gleam in his eyes. I thought he was just a playful bastard that had me going. I also thought that this might be my only chance to fulfill my dreams. He was walking toward the front sidewalk when I shouted, "Joel, wait a minute. I have something here for you." He turned in surprise and came back looking puzzled. Upon entering the cottage, I closed the door behind him. I looked at him and said, “Joel, let me massage your arm for you." He smiled and said, "Forget it. It's ok now.” I looked him in the eye and said, "Then let me taste your cock and suck your asshole." He laughed and said, "I'm not sure about all that!" I responded, "I promise to do everything necessary to make you happy these next two hours.” "Everything?” Joel responded. I quickly remembered his kinky reputation with women and I wondered just what might happen. For a second I was a little scared but still very excited about getting to be physically close to him. He didn't say a word. He walked over to the couch and sat down with one leg raised. I knew to take his boot off and then the other. His feet briefly stank from foot sweat and worn socks which I also removed slowly as I took in his foot odors. I sucked on his big toe and ran my tongue between each toe, cleaning each one and his soles. Both feet done, I removed his jacket as he leaned forward for me. I asked him to come lay on my double bed. Just before lying down he stopped and I kissed his pants seat, rubbing my nose into its fabric, smelling him there and he bent over while I did this act of submission to his masculinity. He reached around and pressed my face into the seat of his pants and then I smelled and heard a slight passing of gas that he wanted me to experience. I was turned off at first. I had never wanted that but I had to take it if I wanted him. He finally spoke up: “Take a deep breath and smell it, or we stop." I willingly pressed in as he farted again, a mild smell from his gut! He turned and took off his t-shirt and unbuckled his jeans. I could see his boxers, gray, worn for a couple of days. His jeans fell easily into a pile, which he escaped quickly. He chest was chiseled with a small patch of light brown curly hair between his pecs. His arms were large and strong and he sported a smallish tattoo that made no sense to me. Joel lay down and whispered to my eager face, "This is our secret for all times, never to happen again, and never happened anyway. Understand?" "Yes,” I responded quietly as I inched my way toward my prize. He held his boxers closed but let me rub my face in his crotch...his smell was intoxicating...I wanted him badly. The shorts finally began to inch downward till he simply lifted his legs and kicked them off. The way he spread his legs open and invited me to feast was incredible! Some men I am convinced should be allowed to share their sensuality with all. His heavy nuts reached the bedspread easily while his cut blue veined cock began to harden for my worshipful gaze. His dick head was pinkish and wide at the rounded rim with a wide lipped pisshole that demanded attention. He jumped up from the bed heading for the john. "I've got to piss first,” he said. Then he turned and said, "Come hold it for me.” I sat down on the rim of the bathtub and held it away. I surprised him and me when I put it in my mouth and held it there. "Ok, bitch. Take my piss,” Joel ordered. And I started to taste the bitterness and warmth of his piss for about a minute. I swallowed fast so as not to have to taste it all, but it was making me gag, so I stopped and watched it finish its journey into the bowl. Joel smiled and was obviously pleased by my aggressive kinkiness. I could tell why women liked him. Moving onto the bed, Joel lay on his belly and told me to lick him a little. I placed a pillow under him so that his waist was elevated, his legs spread apart and then I buried my face deep into his ass. I licked it up and down, enjoying his brown curly hairs that got thicker as I opened his cheeks wide and found his pink little tight cunt-like hole. He smelled musky but clean...I cupped his balls and started to drill into his hole with my tongue. I worked it in slowly so that a third was up his colon, soaked in his bodily fluids and shit. I would have eaten anything out of him! I fingered it with two digits at work while jerking his solid cock red. I begged him to promise me another encounter to suck his butthole, for him to sit on my face. He said he would do more than that. I lay down on the bed while Joel entered my mouth over my head. I wanted to watch while he fucked my face to completion. His nuts covered my nose and I could smell them as they got sweaty and hot and began to spread. I fingered his asshole, rubbing it and entering it to make it hot. Soon the hot taste of semen arrived and filled my mouth as I gagged to find no mercy. Joel fucked my mouth deeply and thoroughly, and kept it there till he was soft. Joel slept in my bed that night and the next day I ate morning boner. I also go to watch him crap...I wanted to see that and he let me watch...but I would not do anything else with it! He did not fuck my asshole but said I was the only guy that he had been physical with. To this day I want…I crave…the taste and smell of his hot sweaty body. I would service him in any way he wants. Last I heard he was a father of two and a contractor for a large construction company. I wish him well. I wish he would find me again.